Night--Hazel, you must know--had been flitting around with Hiawatha
and the clown, but toward the end the latter had attached himself to
her, to the exclusion of the Indian youth, and now Walter
Pennington, with a shake of his head which set all the foolish
little bells to ringing, told Paul's sister how delighted he was to
renew his acquaintance with her.
Adonis and Rosebud had a table directly under the umbrella tree.
"I must run in-doors for a second," Cora whispered to Ed when the
ices were being passed. "I want to speak to Jack. I just saw him
going in."
"May I come?"
"With me?"
"Yes. You see, those bonds are burning a hole in well, in my lace
handkerchief, and I wish Jack would put them in the safe in the
house."
"Why, certainly. Come along. But see, there is Antonio--and the
nun is not with him."
"Yes," spoke Ed. "I saw her go away with Priscilla."
"Priscilla?"
"Yes; and John Alden never spoke for himself."
"Priscilla," murmured Cora. "Do you know who she was?"
"No. Who?"
"Mary Downs."
"Mary--why, I thought she was out of town."
"She was, but she came back to-day, and I helped her fix up a
costume. And so the nun went off with her?"
Cora walked slowly toward the house, Ed following.
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